I'd Screw Both of Them All the Same!

I'd Screw Both of Them All the Same!

South District, Lianming Street.

Lou Huiying, dressed in a black dress and gripping a metal baseball bat, walked out of a restaurant. In her other hand, she held a toothpick and picked at her teeth.

Her hair had been dyed a brilliant gold. It looked dry and messy, like a bird's nest.

She wore an exquisite crown carved with black flowers, but perhaps because her gaze was too gloomy, she looked nothing like a princess. Rather, she resembled an evil witch who had stolen a princess's crown.

"Where should I go next..."

She murmured softly, her eyes sweeping over the surroundings. Anyone who met her gaze immediately shuddered and hurriedly looked away.

Seemingly enjoying the fear people felt toward her, Lou Huiying narrowed her eyes, a curve lifting at the corners of her mouth.

The feeling of doing whatever she wanted was just too damn good.

This whole street belonged to her!

She could do whatever she wanted! Eat at a restaurant, then ask the owner for money afterward—if he refused, smash his head! Sing at a KTV, then ask the owner for money afterward—if he refused, smash his head! Find men at a club, then ask them for money after having her fun—if they refused, have fun with them again! This world was fucking wonderful! But it still wasn't enough!

She wanted more—control more streets, take more money, smash more heads, and have fun with more men!

"Hey, Sister Lou, take care."

The slightly bald, middle-aged restaurant owner stood at the entrance, bowing and scraping before Lou Huiying.

The moment she saw him, Lou Huiying seemed to remember something. She reached out and pressed a hand onto the owner's head.

Gripping his head, she licked her lips and said,

"Where are your two sons? Why haven't I seen them today?"

The owner's mouth twitched. He understood what she meant.

"Uh, they're both off today..."

The hand gripping his head began to tighten, like an iron vise. The owner felt as though his skull were gradually cracking, and he let out a pained scream.

"Stop, stop, stop! I understand, I understand! Sister Lou, I get it, I get it!"

Feeling the iron vise atop his head loosen slightly, the owner let out a breath, still shaken as he said,

"Y-you... which one do you want? I'll call him over."

Lou Huiying raised an eyebrow.

"Which one?"

She leaned close to the owner, widening her eyes. Her mouth split into an exaggerated grin as drool streamed from the corners of her lips.

"I'd fuck both of them all the same!"

The owner: "..."

Outside Lianming Street, over a dozen gang members armed with various weapons strode menacingly into the street.

At their head was a middle-aged man in a black sleeveless shirt, a dragon tattoo stretching over his shoulder.

"With Brother Duan making a move this time, that crazy bitch Lou Huiying is dead for sure!"

"That bitch has no idea what's good for her. She actually dared provoke our Razor Gang? She must be tired of living!"

"Fuck, she shoved a baseball bat right up my ass. It still hasn't closed up yet! Brother Duan, you've got to avenge me. I want to fucking pierce her too!"

Listening to his underlings' noisy shouting, Duan Kaiping frowned.

His master, Jiao Hongyuan, had warned him that they were at a critical juncture lately. The disciples under him were to avoid causing trouble whenever possible and keep the Razor Gang members in line.

Yet though he had stopped looking for trouble, trouble had come looking for him.

This crazy woman, Lou Huiying, had appeared out of nowhere. She acted outrageously, even climbing right over the Razor Gang's heads.

Part of Lianming Street fell under his control, and the protection money collected there was usually handed over to him. Now it had all been taken by this woman.

If he still didn't make a show of it, seeming too cowardly would only look even stranger to outsiders.

That was why he had no choice but to personally make a move today and kill this woman.

"Shut up, all of you."

Duan Kaiping snapped irritably.

Seeing him get angry, the underlings immediately fell silent.

A bunch of trash.

Duan Kaiping cursed inwardly.

They couldn't even handle one woman and had to make me do it myself.

Same as before—couldn't even catch a damn student, got pelted with a few rocks and beaten like dogs.

Irritably, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette pack, and put one between his lips.

A quick-witted underling beside him immediately took out a lighter and lit it for him.

He took a deep drag, then exhaled a cloud of white smoke.

At that moment, an ordinary teenage boy wearing glasses passed in front of him. Duan Kaiping looked at him twice, finding him somewhat familiar, but paid no attention. He merely turned to instruct his underlings,

"When the fight starts, just stand by and watch. Don't fucking get in my way..."

"Hmm?"

Xue Jing turned to look at the group of street toughs.

A few of them looked quite familiar.

They seemed to be the people who had tried to kidnap him when he left Pei Youguang's house that day.

Then this "Brother Duan" leading them was obviously Duan Kaiping.

Xue Jing adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, their lenses glinting faintly under the sunlight.

"Interesting."

After thinking for a moment, he entered an alley, took a detour, and ended up behind Duan Kaiping's group, following them from afar.

News that the Razor Gang had come looking for trouble soon reached Lou Huiying.

Lou Huiying was sitting outside the restaurant smoking, thinking about how she would take on two at once later, when she suddenly saw one of her underlings run over, panting heavily. "Boss, bad news! Duan Kaiping from the Razor Gang is here!"

Lou Huiying raised her eyes, unconcerned. "Who the hell is Duan Kaiping?"

Ever since putting on this headpiece, she felt herself growing stronger every day at an absurd rate.

She was practically a fucking superwoman! Duan Kaiping? Even Duan Zhengchun would have to die!

"He's a core member of the Razor Gang. They say he's a formidable figure who can slice off someone's head with his palm!"

The underling said anxiously.

"He's already outside, boss. Let's get out of here!"

Lou Huiying gave a disdainful snort. Without saying a word, she picked up the metal baseball bat in her hand and walked straight outside.

Before taking on two at once, smashing someone's head would make a decent appetizer.

If this Duan... Duan Zhengchun? If he was handsome enough, then she would take on three at once!

I'd fuck all three of them all the same!

Faint black qi seeped from Lou Huiying's crown, and she immediately felt as though she had grown a little stronger again.

On the other side, Duan Kaiping had already entered the street. From afar, he spotted a woman with a baseball bat and a head full of golden hair. He immediately knew she was the target and strode quickly toward her.

Once they came close, they sized each other up. Disappointment appeared on Lou Huiying's face.

"You filthy bitch, I hear you've been pretty arrogant."

Duan Kaiping narrowed his eyes and took a drag from his cigarette, preparing to deliver some classic opening lines and display the Razor Gang's authority before the street residents watching nearby.

But the moment his words fell, a whistling sound followed. A metal baseball bat came hurtling toward his forehead at high speed.

Duan Kaiping's heart jolted. He instinctively ducked, and the baseball bat grazed his scalp, bringing a searing pain.

He reached up to touch the newly bare patch on his head, and fury immediately surged within him.

"Bitch, you're courting death!"

He immediately brought his fingers together like a blade and slashed at Lou Huiying.

The Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword—no blade was better than a blade. Its razor-sharp force could cut through iron and steel. Duan Kaiping had not yet reached such a realm, but cutting through a human body should have been effortless.

Yet, to his surprise, his hand blade struck Lou Huiying's neck as though it had hit a tree stump wrapped in thick cowhide. It made a scraping sound and left only a thin red mark.

Duan Kaiping immediately realized something was wrong. There was something off about this woman!

At that moment, the baseball bat swung at him again with extreme speed. It was aimed only at his head, its technique crude and straightforward, but he could tell from the sound alone that it carried terrifying force. He absolutely could not take it head-on.

Just as Duan Kaiping was about to dodge, his thigh suddenly exploded with a bang.

A thumb-sized stone flew in from nowhere and struck his thigh. Like a bullet, it punched straight through, leaving behind a bloody hole.

Duan Kaiping screamed from the blow, his movements stalling. The whistling baseball bat immediately smashed into his head, sending him flying seven or eight meters away. He crashed through the glass of a barbershop and fell inside, motionless, his fate unknown.

"Brother Duan!!"

The underlings were instantly horrified.